I guess she didn’t know she broke my heart
I wonder if she thinks I broke hers too
Both time and space had pulled us far apart
The way that time and space are bound to do
I guess her love was just a metaphor
I wonder if our poetry was wrong
The verses we composed became a chore
And we could not complete our little song
We turn to face reality and find
Our love, our hearts, our song could never last
We turn to words to which we are resigned
Our love is words that linger in the past
The hearts we broke eventually will fade
To times we shun and spaces we have made.
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